Sometimes the online world reveals unsuspected parallel dimensions. This is an unknown restyle of Neural independently (and secretly as we never knew about it) made by NY-based Motion and Graphic Designer, Clarke Blackham. Very nicely made, perhaps only a bit glossier for the magazine’s line, it testifies once more how even your most familiar outcomes can have another life somewhere else.

The value of craft after software sounds rampant sometimes, expressing the freedom of escaping repetitive taps and clicks to accomplish some assumed tasks. Mixing media, electricity, electronics, mechanics and inert objects Graham Dunning has realised a structured track/performance/open script in his “Mechanical Techno: Ghost in the Machine Music.” More than a proof of concept a machine music declination.

Isn’t ASCII Art a perfect form of “graffiti” in 2010s? The 8-bit aesthetics is among the strongest visual references connecting the analogue recent past with the omni-digital present, so why not adopt it to finally have some public art embedded in the present? In Varberg, Sweden, 2016, the GOTO80 crew (feat: Karin Andersson) did it, choosing (not by accident) the Mo Soul Amiga-font.

The relationship between Andy Warhol and personal computers (becoming quite popular during his last years) has been only partially investigated beyond his Amiga works. In November 2015, Sotheby’s sold his “Apple (from Ads)” (acrylic and silkscreen ink on canvas) for 910.000 USD, and in catalogue’s notes Warhol tells about his meeting with Steve Jobs insisting to give him one and showing him how to draw (even if still in black and white): “we went into Sean [John Lennon’s son]’s bedroom–and there was a kid there setting up the Apple computer that Sean had gotten as a present, the Macintosh model. I said that once some man had been calling me a lot wanting to give me one, but that I’d never called him back or something, and then the kid looked up and said, ‘Yeah, that was me. I’m Steve Jobs.’ And he looked so young, like a college guy. And he told me that he would still send me one now. And then he gave me a lesson on drawing with it. It only comes in black and white now, but they’ll make it soon in color…I felt so old and out of it with this young whiz guy right there who helped invent it.”

Minority Report comes closer… Three huge screens at Birmingham New Street railway station are scanning passers-by and play advertisements accordingly. http://www.birminghammail.co.uk/news/midlands-news/new-street-station-advertising-screens-9920400

πTon, vocal rituals for rubber creatures

Installations in the form of musical autonomous machines have the same hidden power to attract as autonomous creatures, as we attribute music and even more singing as an exclusive ability of sentient beings. The sounds associated with the movement reinforce this feeling as any kinetic toy can prove to a young human being, and when the combination has some clear interaction, our mind is prone to consider the mechanism ‘alive’. The Swiss duo Cod.Act (André and Michel Décosterd) has already mastered the creation of kinetic sound-oriented systems with the hybrid form of a natural appearance and a synthetic spirit, as with the celebrated Ex Pharao, and especially Cycloïd-E, Pendulum Choir and Nyloïd. All these works include machines with a certain fluidity and sounds that are a perfectly integrated part of the system. πTon is namely a sound installation, but it’s structured more as a performative act. It’s composed by a black looped elastic structure made out of rubber and four performers emitting voice synthetic transformations. The structure contorts and undulates because of the emissions coming from the performers’ vocal prostheses. Actually, playing with the form of VR headset, the usual cyborg-looking humans sometimes involved in Cod.Act performances, are here just human speakers, moving emitters of the synthesised vocal distortions. The whole brutal dialogue becomes a ritual, where the voice is transformed into an artificial spell, and the unreal creature into a living symbol of our fears.